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Subject: Little-Alex-Prologue *** Introduction *** The original Father/Daughter incest story has been firstly published on a sub of ASSTR.ORG by author “Lil G Lover”, under the title “Little Lisa”. That site has been dead for almost 7 years now and the Author could not be reached. Because I liked the original story so much, I decided to take over, change the story to lean toward gay sex and give it a new sequel as per my own liking and fantasy. Hence, I published “Little Alex, his Dad and Friends”: it has been a success with many positive comments that really boosted my ego, thank you to all those who took a few minutes of their time to write me a note, thank you so much! However, I’ve asked Nifty to withdraw the series because I wanted to edit and republish it, in a form that will allow flashbacks, prequels, sequels and spin-offs: an overall improved reading experience for you, kind reader… or at least that’s what I hope!! While most of the locations are real places in the real world, all the characters are absolutely fictional and any reference or resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental or just functional to the plot. From time to time, you will see words in all caps: if you “select” and “right click”, you could start a Google search for additional information or visual clues. For example, you may wish istanbul travesti to look at Jim’s (Little Alex’s dad) bike, a 1950 HARLEY DAVIDSON HYDRA-GLIDE FL PAN HEAD … just try it! There will never be porn, only things or locations. Please understand this is a work of fiction. The actions described in the story are not real nor encouraged or condoned in real life. It’s fiction, folks, and remember that, please. And no pandemic here! Please be sure to support Nifty and keep it going with your donations. Feedbacks welcome at ota. I’m not native English speaker, so please be kind to me! Thank you! *** Little Alex *** – Prologue – (No sex) November 2005, in a farmland just a few miles east of LONOKE, ARKANSAS Two men dressed in black looked at the green tractor slowly rolling down the little hill, still partially covered with the first snow, crushing little trees on its way down, until it came to a rest against a big boulder, just a few feet away from a frozen pond. Two bodies, a man and woman, were barely visible in the foggy dusk light, crushed below the cabin, red blood flowing out of their lifeless bodies. “We have what we came for, let’s go back to our car and switch the heating on”, said the shorter man, built like the proverbial fire plug. “I’m fucking freezing my old ass!” He turned away from the gruesome kadıköy travesti sight and started to walk toward a white 2002 FORD E-150 ECONOLINE van, holding a rifle in his hand. The other man, taller and younger, cleaned his foggy glasses and followed his boss. “So Chief Smith, we had to kill two persons for a fucking rifle that’s so old it would not even fire blanks?” “A fucking rifle? You don’t know what this is, do you, Riley?” said Smith. “How it comes you’re working for the Agency, I wonder…” “Best in my training period, I guess” replied Riley. “Yeah, sure… or just a fucking kid good at videogames and recommended from a top brass…” sneered Smith, climbing into the van and immediately starting the engine. “I think we have just had the fucking coldest day ever in fucking Arkansas…” When Riley also was seated into the slowly warming up van, Smith lighted a cigarette and carefully removed the rifle from its case. “This is an Italian CARCANO M91/38 BOLT-ACTION RIFLE, kid. Does that ring a bell in your underdeveloped brain?” Riley was clueless. “No, nothing rings in my brain, boss…” “Ok, I will help a little… Dallas… 1963… Harvey Oswald…” “What the fuck are you say’n man? Oswald’s rifle was found after the shooting man, come on… that can’t be that rifle!” blurted out Riley. “And put out that bakırköy travesti fucking cig! Smoke kills, you know?” “Tell that to old Will and his wife down there…” said Smith, exhaling cigarette smoke in Riley’s face with a sadistic pleasure. “Why have we had to kill them, boss? Did they know?” asked Riley. “Probably the old man didn’t know… he got the rifle from his dad when he was a kid… You asking why we had to kill them? First, that was the order from a top brass in Langley. And second, no witnesses… Always remember, follow the orders, leave no witnesses behind…” “Anyhow, there were two rifles, dumbass… this is the second one… At a certain point it disappeared from the Agency’s custody, never to be found until now…” “What? Disappeared? How”? Smit put the rifle back into its case and hid it in a van behind the seat. Then he put the gear in drive and started to drive out. “It’s a long drive to Langley, we will stop in Nashville for the night. I’ll tell you the story along the way.” Smith and Riley never travelled past Nashville. Their lifeless bodies were found the next morning by a cleaning lady, in a cheap motel room along the I-40. Their van simply disappeared. With the rifle. The Nashville Chronicles had the story on the first page: “Sex game gone wrong? Gay couple found dead in motel. “Self-asphyxiation, no more investigation necessary”, says the Sheriff.” …Always remember: no witnesses… ******* Please keep Nifty alive! 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